Ten Years of Negging, No Wedding

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Mark, my boyfriend of ten years, was the definition of perfect... almost.

Handsome, successful, the only real flaw was his constant need to tear me down.

If I got second place instead of first, he'd call me "not smart enough."

When I finally earned some money from my writing, he'd dismiss it as "worthless drivel."

Then, in the bridal shop, when Mark criticized my figure, saying I didn't look anything like a bride in the dress, I finally snapped.

For the first time, I screamed at him, "If